It is difficult to know what is right in all cases. - M.B., I.210.29

Seven Colors - Green

Sun & I were going home,
The sky was green with envy,
Tried to drown us in rain & fog.
I could not tell how far;
The milestone was hidden in grass,

Meadows ran past,
Even the hills turned face,
Only the moon stayed:
Homeless; it wandered
Beneath the high sky.


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